on the road again

left the baggage behind boarding a train headed West

heart heavy like a brick

all i need is the flask hidden in my pocket.

Somewhere this way,

a bar stool bares my name,

daring me to get lost in the bottom

of an empty glass.

Here i am,

ticket in hand

on a train full of strangers.

In the distance i hear the voices of

lovers talking,

babies laughing

and I'm getting drunk on the canvas of the horizon.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 3-17-08

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